| I got my drop top rollin' and I’m headin to the mother land
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| Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger’s a duffel bag
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| Hundred in the louie, don’t confuse me with that other cat
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| Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super pack
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| Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
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| Ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
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| Twenty-two, thats what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
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| Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
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| Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
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| Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
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| 100 for the bracelet, a track, I’m like a magnet
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| Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie rag
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| Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
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| Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
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| I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
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| South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
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| Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) x7
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| You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up
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| And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
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| Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
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| Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
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| Hundred on the highway, let’s see how fast the coupe can go
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| New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
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| That’s me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
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| Yes, I’m on some other shit, don’t know who you fuckin wit
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| Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
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| Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
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| Tell em we don’t give a shit and mother fuck the other side
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| Bitch you know I’m born to ride, H B and some murda minds
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| Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide
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| I got my black flag swangin and I’m bangin on some gutta shit
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| Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
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| White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
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| Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
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| Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
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| Better quit that fussin, don’t know what’s in the bullpit
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| .45's a motherfucker, hit chu and your cousin
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| Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
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| Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch
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| Take them heaters to your gut like it’s a million uppercuts
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| Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
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| Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what’s up?
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| Gutta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Em Up , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album DJ Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп